I had a very happy childhood until I was almost five. Then my mother brought home my baby brother. It wasn’t so bad when he was a baby, but after a while I had to share a bedroom with him.

Whenever I wanted peace and quiet, there he was, chattering at me. Other boys got to bully their little brothers. Not me. He just got me in trouble. The Bible says, “There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.” Not any of my friends. My little brother stuck around no matter how much I wanted to get rid of him.… Read the rest